Herbert Lawry is an old coot who lives on a subsistence farm up in the hills. He travels into the nearest small town for supplies once a month. During his last visit (a few days ago), Lawry described a disc-shaped saucer that streaked overhead silently and landed near Hag’s Lip, an outcropping of rock a mile or so from his farm. Lawry claims to have approached the landing spot and seen the mostly demolished craft. Most of the locals dismissed it as Lawry’s eccentricity but someone passed the story on. Lawry died “mysteriously” in a fire at his home.